Sep 2014
It's a beautiful night, isn't it?
The only problem with it
Is that when you are gone
I won't be able to watch the sky
Without thinking
The moon and I
Are murderously alone.
The only problem with it
Is that when you are gone
I won't be able to watch the sky
Without thinking
The moon and I
Are murderously alone.
Written by
Eleanor Rigby
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